Impatient to plant

the lovely pink impatiens –

a gift from a friend.

My grandkids say that plant’s name

suits me rather well.

JDG

In his endless quest

for squirrels, Knox stumbled upon

a hive of bees 

and quickly fled the scene.

Sometimes in our search for fun

we end up getting stung.

JDG

It seems like just yesterday

he scattered rose petals 

at her feet. Today she

scattered them on his grave.

JDG

I have a living alarm clock.

If the cats can’t rally me,

Knox will join them

with his early morning moans.

There’s no snooze button

for this three alarm wake-up machine,

and so I arise and my day begins.

JDG

Though there was plenty

of food and plenty of space,

some squirrels came

not to dine,

but to pick a fight

which set me to thinking

how like squirrels

we humans can be.

JDG

After May’s cool days,

June has turned up the heat. 

Hoping July doesn’t boil over.

JDG

Trying to make a point,

I said something deliberately absurd, 

and watched with astonishment

as his shoulders relaxed,

his face beamed,

and  he said, “You’re absolutely right.

I’m so glad you’ve seen the light.”

JDG

The muse was not amused

by my attempts at cleverness.

She folded her arms against her chest,

and said she’d return when

I opened my eyes and wrote from my heart.

JDG

Among the many

flashes of dancing light stands

a small child whispering,

“Look, the stars are falling.”

JDG